I probably should be doing some work...
...but instead I am writing in my blog.
Me and S went shopping on Oxford Street last night for her, she didnt find anything, but I did! and a £80 pair of boots that I LOVE...but wont buy...coz I cant afford it coz Im in too much debt to my boyfriend!
So we took the train home in our sore feet, our tiredness amidst the wind & rain and asked Nick if he could pick us up from the station.
him, 'Ive had 4 pints...I dont even have my license'
Me, 'so, its just around the corner,' drinking kinda counteracts the exercise he got in football anyway
'Its not very fair of you to ask me to drive when Ive been drinking'
Me, nonlogically 'Its not very fair to make us walk when were tired, with sore feet in the wind and rain'
Him, 'Its character building.'
So not even being able to use our umberellas without them being flipped up by the wind, we get to the house,wet, and cant find the keys so I lay on the doorbell, Nick doesnt answer...I think hes being a brat, so after locating the keys, we get in, I find him asleep on the couch and I...yell at him.
Not very fair on my part but I just needed to express my anger....once I do that, I can usually move on.
...he wouldnt speak to me for the rest of the night, no cuddles in bed and a tap on the arm in the morning instead of our ritual kiss on the cheek. I can feel his anger.
Whos in the wrong?! I know its me...but I got over it...he should take it as a man.
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